Page 71 of Soul of a Witch

“Everly.” His voice was sharp as he leaned over me. “Get those thoughts out of your head. You’re not allowed to disparage yourself.”

My face turned red, but I forced myself not to look away as he stepped back. He used the flogger lightly at first, tapping it against my back and trailing it up my spine. When he brought it down with a little more force, I gasped.

“How does it feel?” he said, swinging the flogger in his hand as he waited for my response.

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, I said, “Amazing. That feels amazing.”

I lost track of time. The flogger’s soft tails nipped at my back — sometimes sharp, sometimes heavy, sometimes teasingly soft. Callum wielded the tool like it was an extension of his arm. Every time I looked away from my own reflection and back at him, I found his eyes fixed on my face.

Watching me, learning my reactions. He would bring the flogger down, then he would pace, keeping his eyes on my face all the while. The soft sound of his feet brushing over the wooden floor made my back prickle with anticipation. The skin on my shoulders was already bright red.

Warm and tenderized, like a feast prepared to be eaten.

The flogger snapped, stinging like a million tiny pinpricks. I cried out, a loud moan more than a scream.

The flogger was tossed aside. Callum ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it back out of my face so he could touch my cheek. My arms shook, still braced against the mirror’s frame.

“There you are, darling,” he said. He cupped my chin, lifting my face, as he crouched behind me. His wings framed me as if they were my own. “Look at yourself. Look at your eyes, how soft they are. Look at your mouth.” He traced his thumb over my lip. Without thinking, I opened my mouth for his finger, letting him press down on my tongue as I suckled softly. “All your worries, all your fears, cannot hold you forever. But I can. And I fully intend to.”

I barely recognized my own face. So close to the mirror, my eyes appeared more black than blue, more demon than human.

Lowering my trembling arms, I braced them on the floor and arched my back, pressing myself against his hard length. His fingers were still in my mouth, and I stroked my tongue over them, holding his gaze.

The light in his eyes became an inferno. With quick, sudden movements, he seized the nape of my neck and bent me forward, so my cheek was pressed against the soft rug. He pulled up my hips, bringing me to my knees, bent over with my ass pressed against him. I was positioned at such an angle that I could still see myself in the mirror, squirming against him with a desperate need.

“Be a good girl,” he warned me. “Ask nicely for what you want.”

“You gave me pain,” I said. “Now I want pleasure.”

He scratched his claws up my reddened back. “I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you, Everly. If you look away…” His grin turned truly wicked. “I’ll punish you.”

His words were twisting me into knots of arousal, so desperate I wanted to whine, squirm, beg — but he’d already beaten all the fight out of me.

As he entered me, my pupils swelled, dark pools consuming the blue of my eyes until it was merely a slim ring. I was unable to stop the moan he forced out of me as he sheathed himself fully inside.

God, it was — this was —

“Holy shit, you feel so…so good.” My words shook, my pitch keening higher. He was so deep inside me, the pain should have been far worse. But I was soaking wet, tingling with magic, my body so relaxed that the ache of him filling me up was stunning.

He watched me in the mirror as he drew himself out before slowly filling me. Again and again, those slow thrusts drove me wild.

“Callum, that’s — Oh, God, you’re going to make me —”

“You’re not coming yet.” He chuckled, his hips tight against me, buried in me. “Not until I say. Not until I’ve fucked every last whimper out of you. You won’t have a brain left in your head when I’m done with you.”

As if he knew every nerve and weakness in my body, he made good on his word. Every time I thought I was going to tip over that blissful edge into orgasm, he pulled me back.

But only barely. Only just enough that I was teetering on the edge, moaning with abandon. My body was alight, and every touch, every movement, everywordfelt so delicious.

The demon hummed appreciatively. “That’s what I like to see. Not a thought behind those eyes besides how fucking good you feel.” He pulled my wild hair out of my face, tenderly stroking my cheek. “I swore to take care of you, Everly. In every single way you need caring for.”

I was trembling on the edge, desperate for release but too tired to fight for it. He played my body with the same ease he’d played the piano, my pleasure rising to an impossible crescendo. He pulled me up, wrapping his arm around my chest and grasping my throat. I was overcome by the sight of myself held tightly against him, his claws piercing into my skin, my abdomen bulging slightly with every thrust of his cock.

His voice was deep enough to shake my bones as he said, “You’re mine. You’vealwaysbeen mine. Even when this world is nothing more than ash and dust, your soul will belong to me.” His black eyes stared into mine, and I was falling deeper, deeper into that endless void. “Other humans would break from taking me like this. It’s like you’re made for me, crafted by fate itself.”

He grasped my chin, keeping my head up. Lost in need, I opened my mouth and whimpered, placated only when he pressed two fingers onto my tongue. Closing my lips around him, I savored the primal taste of flesh and sweat. My vision blurred.

His hand moved between my legs. The touch of his fingers as he thrust inside me was all it took. My body coiled, gasping and weeping from the sheer overwhelm of it all. I couldfeelhis thick cock pump inside me as he came, filling me until he dripped down my thighs.

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